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Synopsis: In the near future a right wing British government deals with young males accused of sex crimes in a new and typically hypercritical way. Just how will Thomas Sinclair and his friends deal with life at Burton Manor The date July 25 2025 "Are you ready Tina?" Miss Fiona's voice from the bedroom told me I couldn't put it off any longer. I exited the bathroom my generous 38 DD cup breasts bouncing and swaying with each step I take on my six inch stiletto heels. My legs are sheathed in sheer black nylons held taut by a black frilly suspender belt. About twelve months earlier I was sitting on a chair in the middle of a large room feeling very anxious. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach fluttered like mad and a cool trickle of sweat ran down my back. The cause of my anxiety was arrayed in front of me. Behind a large sturdy oak table on a raised dais sat seven people. These seven people I knew held my immediate fate in their hands. This was a place nobody in their right mind wanted to find themselves. The fact that it was my own fault that I found myself in this predicament was of no solace to me. The sad truth was I had been caught red handed. My collection of soft porn had been discovered. I had grown careless and someone had reported me to the public morals protection unit. This was a department of the ministry of justice. It had been set up by the far right wing government that had been elected in 2019. One of there first acts had been to make all soft and hard core porn illegal, with draconian penalties for offenders. In addition the administration of justice had been "simplified." this was a Machiavellian device for transferring power to local party henchmen. Or perhaps in my case henchwomen would have been more precise. Of the seven people facing me five were female, and all were local party officials. And these seven people held my fate in their hands. "Thomas Sinclair this is a local tribunal set up under the 2020 sexual offences and deviant practise act of Parliament as amended in 2022. Do you understand what this means." The voice that addressed me belonged to Ms Susan Hill. Ms Hill was the wife of Mr David Hill the owner of Hill Industries by far the biggest employer for many miles. In fact Mr Hill owned just about everything and everyone in the district. In addition Mr Hill was also the chairman of the local party. "Thomas do you understand?" "Yes I think so." I replied my voice betraying the fear I felt. Ms Hill gave me a stare of utter contempt. "First you will address me as 'ma'am', secondly either you understand or you don't are you dim-witted as well as a pervert." Before I could answer Ms Hill continued, "This is a tribunal not a court, you have no rights here. Your guilt is a mater of fact, what we must settle on is your punishment. As a rule these offences demand a long custodial sentence with hard labour, however if the rest of the tribunal is willing an alternative may be more appropriate. There will now be a short adjournment while we consider the choices available." A long custodial sentence with hard labour, the words rang round my head while the butterflies were now doing the cha-cha. Everybody these days had heard the rumours about the new penal policy operating in the new prison system. Twelve to fourteen hours a day of backbreaking labour. Six days a week, with by way of light relief the guards to beat you up on the seventh. Not a happy prospect. I silently prayed that the tribunal would go with the alternative. "All rise." The room got to its feet as the members of the tribunal returned to their places. Ms Hill indicated to me to remain standing. "Thomas Sinclair it has been decided to sentence you to compulsory re- education at the state facility at Burton Manor. You will remain there until the staff decides you are ready to return to the normal social order." The formal part of the sentence over Ms Hill addressed me directly. "Well Thomas if you think this a soft option think again. Lady Burton is a very demanding woman with a low tolerance for laxity or non- cooperation." A malevolent thin smile then spread across the face of Ms Hill that sent a shiver down my spine. Two days latter I found myself with two other prisoners on my way to the mysterious Burton Manor. We had been picked up at 7pm by a van provided by Burton Manor, and it was crewed by three of their personnel. I was surprised to see that they were all women. The drivers name was Sally she was about twenty five years old and very pretty in an austere sort of way. The other two were a Miss Howard and a Miss Deacon. No mention was made of their first names. They were aged between thirty five and forty, still quite attractive. But with the same stern look as Sally and were obviously in charge and quite clearly senior to Sally. The atmosphere however seemed fairly relaxed. We were told to get in to the van and to sit down while Miss Howard and Miss Deacon completed the paperwork for our transfer to Burton Manor. With the formalities finished the two senior escorts joined us in the back of the van. Sally was detailed to do the driving. Miss Howard told us that we could talk among ourselves during the journey but once we reached Burton Manor we were to speak only when spoken to. And then to address all staff as "Miss or ma'am." I decided to introduced myself to my fellow prisoners, and tell them my story. They reciprocated. The younger of my two companions was named Steve. Steve it transpired was fifteen, a year younger than me. He had been discovered trying to spy on girls getting undressed at a local gym. The girls had set a trap and when the police arrived Steve was found with his trousers and shorts round his ankles. Steve didn't seem to realise how really lucky he was to have escaped with his verdict, his offence could have been carried in addition to hard labour an order for corporal punishment. This form of retribution had been reintroduced by the new government as one of there first acts. As it was now administered in public it had proved to be extremely popular with everyone except the recipient. My second companion was called Allan. At seventeen Allan was the senior member of the group and his transgression was the most serious. Indecent assault was now a class one sexual crime and carried a mandatory prison term plus up to twenty four strokes of the birch. How he had escaped this dreadful fate was a mystery. I assumed that Allan must have had influential connections. Allan spoke very little and appeared very nervous and attempts on my part to elicit any further facts proved fruitless. The last hour of the journey was completed in near silence. Miss Howard and Miss Deacon chatted between themselves keeping their voices low. I strained my ears to trying to glean any information that might be enlightening as to my future at Burton Manor but with no luck. Finally the van turned off the main road on to a long tree lined drive. I turned my head to try and get a better look, Steve and Allan did the same. A large and impressive building slowly came into view. The time was 9.30 pm and as darkness fell Burton Manor was bathed in the glow of two floodlights set at the front. This at first sight gave the building a sinister appearance that sent a shiver up my spine. A moment or two latter we pulled up at the imposing front door. The van doors opened and Miss Howard barked out the command. "Out and remember no talking." As I entered Burton Manor I could not help a feeling a mood of impending menace. Moving through the large front doors we found ourselves in the main hall. The interior lighting was at this hour soft and subdued but I could still see every surface had a highly polished gleam. The thought occurred to me that it would take a lot of hard work to maintain this place to such high standard. There was a desk just inside the front door. It was occupied by a solitary female guard who looked up as we entered. She was dressed in the same fashion as our escort. White blouse, black skirt and stockings. Footwear was a medium heel 3 inch court shoe. The woman spoke to Miss Howard. "So these are the three new trainees." Miss Howard confirmed our names and Miss White blouse checked our faces against the photographs on our records. Satisfied that we were who we were supposed to be she again addressed Miss Howard. "Everything isn't ready yet for them downstairs, something about their rooms. Lady B said she will see you once you have them settled in." Miss Howard gave a snort of contempt. "I am away for one day and the rest of you can't even organise a simple thing like getting their rooms ready. I suppose those lazy room maids have been taking advantage. Well somebody is going to be sorry tomorrow." Room maids? Surely we weren't going to have maids. What kind of a place was this? I was now totally bewildered. With the reception formalities over Miss Howard and Miss Deacon instructed us to follow them. We crossed the main hall and entered one of six corridors that radiated from it. About twenty meters in from the hall we came to a door. The doorway it self was totally out of place with the rest of the architecture of the building. Burton Manor was for the most part a fourteenth century manor house with some eighteenth century additions. This doorway was obviously twenty first century. The door itself was a plain solid metal affair with no visible method of entry. This conundrum was solved when Miss Howard placed the palm of her hand on a pad set in the wall causing the door instantly to slide open. Miss Deacon marshalled us through closing the door behind us using her palm and a similar pad set on the other side of the entrance. We continued along the corridor only now we were painfully aware we had left our freedom behind that door. On the positive side our treatment so far had been firm but reasonable; little did we know that in a very short time all this was to change for the worst. Miss Howard and Miss Deacon finally stopped outside and opened one of the numerous doors that split off the corridor. We entered and found ourselves in a shower room. Miss Deacon then indicated where she wanted each of us to stand. When she had finished we each formed one of the three corners of a triangle facing inwards. The two women positioned themselves at the centre. Miss Howard barked out the command. "Strip." We looked apprehensively at each other; the approach now without warning had changed; now an atmosphere of threat had replaced the previous one of calm. "Come on we haven't got all day." The tone in Miss Howard's voice convinced us that we had better not delay. Along with my fellow prisoners I undressed. Finally all three of us stood totally nude in front of our female guards. I glanced across at my companions, they like me were standing heads slightly bowed with hands covering their groin. "Stand up straight, hands on head." Miss Deacon had taken over our induction as Miss Howard left the room. Tentatively we raised our hands to our heads. We were now looking both at each other and Miss Deacon. For the first time I realised how similar the three of us were. Below average height, slim with long hair. Also much to my embarrassment our manhood was on the small side. Miss Howard came back into the room and once again stood next to Miss Deacon. In her hand she held two thin bamboo canes with curled grips. She handed one to Miss Deacon. She addressed us again in the same intimidating tone. "This Institution will not tolerate any disobedience, insolence or defiance. You will be punished immediately for any occurrence. Non- cooperation will also incur a similar response." "Do you all understand?" We glanced at each other. I could read the new state of mind in my companions faces, it was one of unfettered horror. This shocking turn of events and mood had turned us dumb, nobody spoke. "Turn around." Miss Deacon snarled out the new command. We all turned one hundred and eighty degrees. Almost instantly I heard two swishes followed by two howls of pain. A second or two latter a third swish was preceded by my own cry of agony. It was like a white hot rod being laid across my buttocks, I bit my lip to stop my self from sobbing. Miss Howard ordered us to face forward. Immediately I saw the same pain reflected in the other two. Steve was fighting back the tears that were forming in his pain filled eyes. Allan on the other hand had a worrying look of defiance on his face. Miss Howard posed her question again, "Do you all understand?" We answered in unison, even Allan. "Yes Miss Howard." "Right now that is settled, get showered." We showered in complete silence, under the watchful gaze of Miss Howard and Miss Deacon. The warm water raised our sprits a little but I think it fair to say the general disposition was one of distress at the sudden change of events. After our shower we were ordered to dress. We found our old clothes had been replaced by white paper coveralls. After changing into our coveralls Miss Howard and Miss Deacon marched us down the corridor to a new door. Upon entering we found ourselves in a cafeteria type room, on one of the plain tables there were three plates of salad set out, this was to be our first food since breakfast some fourteen hours earlier. We were told to sit and eat. I gingerly lowered my backside on to a chair as my buttocks were still sore from that single cut of the bamboo. I brooded over on this fact as I consumed my meagre meal. Just one stroke had caused me so much pain and I knew that many more than that could be administered quite legally, every one I knew had heard the rumours about what went on in places like Burton Manor. I had until now considered these rumours to be propaganda deliberately spread by the government to help keep people in line. Now I realised this was not hearsay but for myself and my companions a terrible reality. When we had all finished eating Miss Deacon led us out and down a new corridor and into a large austere room. The room it self contained two sets of bunk beds, a plain wooden chair, a washbasin, and a toilet. There was no window and the room was illuminated by a single bare bulb. "You will sleep here for one night. Your own rooms will be ready by the morning. Now get some sleep." With that Miss Deacon turned on her heal and left the room locking the door behind her. Steve and Allan clamed two of the four beds and after removing their paper coveralls, and without a word climbed in and attempted to sleep. Steve nevertheless sobbed for about ten minuets before tiredness overcame him. I however found sleep harder to achieve. The day's events had left me confused and concerned. One single cut of the bamboo had been for me so painful that I resolved to make sure I received no more. I was awakened next morning by vigour's shaking from Miss Deacon. She was accompanied by Miss Howard and Sally who were using a similar method to awaken Steve and Allan. "Come on you lazy perverts you don't want to keep Lady Burton waiting, do they Miss Howard?" "Not if they want to keep some skin on their backsides they don't, Miss Deacon." All three women laughed at Miss Howard's joke. And I noted with some alarm that they all had a bamboo in their hands. Allan was about to dress in his discarded coveralls when Sally stopped him. "You won't need those. Just get your faces washed and get a move on." We washed as quickly as possible under the watchful gaze of the three women. We were ever mindful of the bamboo. I must say that I found the presence of Sally much more difficult to take than that of misses Howard and Deacon, being much nearer my age coupled with my earlier attraction to what I thought was her pleasant nature, made me highly embarrassed and humiliated at being totally nude in front of her. With Miss Howard leading the way, three nude, embarrassed and scared young men made their way to meet the leader of this appalling place. As we passed the same canteen where we had eaten the night before voices could be heard, these were the first new people we had heard since arriving the previous night. Then one voice cut through the general hubbub. It was clearly the voice of Miss White blouse the guard that had been on duty when we had arrived. "Come on girls there's work to done we haven't got all day." This command was followed by a sharp clap of her hands and the sound of tableware and cutlery being quickly collected up. As we were led on I was again wondering if I had heard correctly. "Girls!" Did this place have a mixture of male and female prisoners it seemed unlikely, but then I thought nothing about this place would surprises me. Little did I know how wrong I was? Finally we were halted in front of a large oak door. The name "Lady Burton" was painted in gold leaf upon the door. Miss Howard raped once on the door and then waited. After a second or so a voice from within commanded. "Come in." Miss Howard opened the door and shepherd the three of us into a small anteroom. Seated behind a desk was another woman dressed in what I now took to be the Burton Manor staff uniform. Miss Howard informed her that we were the new trainees to see Lady Burton. "Yes she is expecting you. You can go straight in." Miss Deacon gave a firm knock on a large oak door and after getting permission from inside to enter we all trooped in for our first view of the mysterious Lady Burton. As the door closed be behind us and we found ourselves in a huge office that was dominated by a large desk situated in the centre of the room. A tall blond woman was sat behind the desk; if this was Lady Burton then she was not as I had imagined her. I judged her to be late forties or early fifties with dark brown hair pulled back in a severe style. Despite being middle aged she was a very attractive. Her top was cut very low allowing us a good view of her generous breasts. Miss Howard stepped forward. "The three new girls ma'am. Stephanie Turner, Alison Smith and Tina Sinclair. I can see you have their records." Lady Burton opened the three manila folders in front of her and commenced to skim through their pages. The room was plunged in to silence as she digested the contents. I gave a quick glance at Allan and Steve. Their faces both had the same look of confusion, a bewilderment that I shared. At last Lady Burton finished her scrutiny of our files and looked up. "I can see you are confused as to what we have in store for you here at Burton Manor. I think a visual presentation is always best by way of explanation don't you? " As this seemed to be a rhetorical question and aimed at no one in particular nobody answered. Lady Burton then pushed a button on a panel that sat on her desk. A muffled buzz was heard from the anteroom and a voice emanated from Lady Burtons desk. "Yes ma'am." "Please send in the girls Dawn" "Right away ma'am." With that the oak door opened and we were greeted with a surreal sight. Three very pretty girls entered in single file. Astonishingly they were all attired as French maids in what at first sight seemed identical dresses. The skirts were very short, so short that we were given constant glimpses of the tops of their black stockings and suspenders as their skirts bobbed up and down with each step, on a sea of flounced net petticoats. Facing their mistress they gave her a deep curtsy. Lady Burton began to organise the girls in to a line so that they were facing the three of us at a distance of about ten feet. As this bizarre scene was unfolding I realised my first impression was not totally correct, There was in fact two minor and one major difference in their uniform. Although they were all wearing the same black shiny high heels, the height of the heels were all different. The girl on our left, a blond stunner had the highest while the girl on our right, a redhead beauty wore the lowest. The heels of girl in the middle, who had eye-catching black shoulder length wavy hair, were about mid way between her companions. The second minor difference was in the number of frilled lace trims that decorated the bottom of each girls dress. The blond had three, the brunette two and the redhead one. The final difference was much more dramatic. the brunette and the redhead both had a high neck line to their dress but the blond's dress had a plunging neck line that showed her more than generous breasts to powerful effect. Once Lady Burton was satisfied with her efforts she turned to address us, her eyes seemed to fix us with a malicious intent. "Right girls pay attention. If you have any questions wait till I have finished. Fail to comply with any orders here and make no mistake you will be punished severely. Do you all understand?" For a brief moment the title "girls" gave the three of us the wrong impression. Thinking that Lady Burton was in fact addressing the French maids, we said nothing. A wicked glance from her ladyship informed us of our mistake. We swiftly offered a swift, "Yes ma'am," "Right Cindy, Jane, Alice reach down and grip the hem of your dress." The girls responded like well drilled soldiers. Bending from the waist they each grabbed two handful's of satin and waited for the next command. "Now girls bring your hands up until they are level with your bust remembering to keep a tight grip on that hem." With out the slightest hesitation the girls completed the manoeuvre. This of course left the girls with their skirts and petticoats well above the waist giving us all a good view of their underwear. Each was wearing the most outrageously feminine lingerie, frilly black panties and matching suspender belts. For the first time since entering Lady Burton's office I was aware of my naked state as I felt a stirring in my groin. Tearing my eyes reluctantly away from the most erotic sight I had ever seen in my life I glanced down only to be horrified to find I had a hard on as did both of my companions. Lady Burton could not help but see our erections but strangely said nothing. Instead she turned to Miss Howard, Miss Deacon and Sally "Ladies will you do the honours please." Our three guards then each selected one of the French maids and positioning themselves behind their choice, placed their fingers in the waist band of each maid's panties and very slowly pulled them down until each maid's knickers came to rest around their knees. At this point I wouldn't have been surprised if a pink Hippopotamus playing a banjo and singing Land of Hope and Glory had tap danced into the room. On the other hand the truth was even more incredible. These three staggeringly beautiful and incredibly sexy girls were in fact boys. A truth that was clearly made plain by the fact that each had a cock and balls. Perhaps it was more correct to say that they had been boys. As they were now gorgeous she-males. Further more all of the maids had four clear plastic rings connected by a slim plastic strip wrapped around their cocks, effectively preventing any of them from developing an erection. Lady Burton let these revelations sink in before continuing. "Sally will you please lower Alice's top and remove her bra?" Sally had positioned herself behind the redhead and proceeded to unzip her dress down to her waist and peeled her top down until it was level with the hem which was still held high. Alice was wearing a black lace bra that matched the frilly black panties and suspender belt. Sally then unclipped the bra and let it slide away exposing Alice's small pert breasts. Lady Burton walked over to Alice and addressed us once again. "Alice has been with us just under three months. Before joining us she was called Andy. Now Andy had a very bad attitude problem which she thought she could continue here, however after a little one to one session with me in this very office I was able to convince her of the error of her ways. Didn't I Alice?" "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." Even though she still had her dress held high and her knickers round her knees not to mention her tits exposed Alice still gave a deferential curtsy with her answer. I am sure that all three of us had very little doubt what a "one to one session" with Lady Burton would involve. And I for one gave a small shiver of dread at the prospect. Lady Burton continued with her lecture. "Alice will very soon be promoted from a novice maid to a junior maid. This normally occurs at about three months." She will gain one extra frilled lace trim to the hem of her dress, and an extra one and a half inches to the height of her heels to donate her new rank. Oh! By the way you girls are from today novice maids." Steve gave a muffled howl of alarm at this last piece of news. Which Lady Burton silenced with a sharp command. Steve continued to cry softly interspersed with the occasional sob. I felt the colour drain from my face as my bowels turned to ice. Lady Burton now spoke to Miss Deacon. "Miss Deacon will you lower Jane's top and remove her bra please?" Miss Deacon repeated the same procedure with Jane that Sally had administered to Alice. Jane breasts were notably lager than Alice's and her nipples more prominent. At a guess I would say Alice was an A cup whereas Jane was a B borderline C cup. My eyes were glued to this boy/girls splendid orbs when I noticed that her nipples were in fact erect indicating that despite her predicament she was sexually aroused. Lady Burton placed herself next to Jane and addressed us once more. "Jane is a junior maid and has been a guest with us for just over seven months. Some time in the next two weeks Jane will undergo her final surgical procedures. Breast implants will give her a nice pair of firm D cup tits and her voice box will be adjusted for a more girly resonance. There will be further measures that I wont bother you with now, suffice to say that they will make her much more pleasing to her new owners. She will then be entitled to a third frilled lace trim and the six inch heels of a senior maid. Jane has on the whole been a good girl and has applied herself to her duties, although a couple of times we have had to warm her bottom to keep her on track. Haven't we Jane?" Jane replied with the identical submissive "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." as Alice. Followed by the same quick bob. Buy now I was quite convinced that Lady Burton was as mad as a snake, as were all her personnel. I gave my companions a cautious glance again. Allan had that strange rebellious look on his face once again whilst Steve had his head down and was still crying softly, as well as rubbing his eyes. Lady Burton now focused on the final pair of Miss Howard and Cindy as the centre of her homily. "Miss Howard if you please." Cindy's tits bounced and jiggled as Miss Howard removed them from their bra. They were big. Unquestionably D cup, but with the implants in place they stood proud and firm. As with Jane, Cindy's nipples were erect with sexual excitement. My own erection was still rock hard and I mused on the idea that if we were to be fitted with the same chastity belt as the maids, this might be my last hard on for a very long time. For I like Steve and Allan I now knew what my fate was. Someday I would stand where Cindy now stood as a new set of naked young men with cocks stiff with guilty lust ogled my tits. Only my fear held my despair at bay. Lady Burton's voice broke the spell of my desolation. "Cindy's time with us will soon be at an end. She will then start to pay off her debt to society as a ladies maid to a senior party member with a very important and demanding job at the ministry of justice. Cindy will be there every night to provide vital services to her mistress as she relaxes after a hard day. And I am sure what Cindy has been taught here will give her mistress complete satisfaction. Isn't that so Cindy?" "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am." Cindy went through the same routine as her fellow maids. Fear was the key to their remarkable obedience to this woman. A fear that we were soon to experience. And get a first hand lesson in how it was established. Lady Burton now turned on us with a cruel gleam in her eyes. "Well girls any questions?" No one said a word. I for one had a hundred questions, but was frightened of the answers. "Good now its nine thirty I want you all back here at five pm dressed and ready to start your training," Each of you will have your own personal trainer. Stephanie your trainer will be Miss Deacon, Alison your trainer will be Miss Howard and Tina you will be trained by Sally. Now off you go and don't forget our motto here at Burton Manor, good girls are pretty girls but bad girls end up with sore bottoms. She then gave a wicked laugh at her own joke. Miss Howard moved towards the door and we prepared to exit Lady Burtons office and into a whole new life as a feminised sissy maid she male, when this crazy state of affairs took a totally unexpected turn. Allan gave a cry of rage and made a lunge at Lady Burton. Obscenities poured forth from him as he attempted to grab our tormentor. She nevertheless remained as cool as ice. With cat like reactions she simply side stepped the attack and sent Allan sprawling with a well aimed blow to the back of his neck. A split second after Allan hit the floor, Sally was on him, pining him to the carpet by pressing both her knee's in the small of his back and then forcing both arms up into an excruciating double hammer lock. Allan continued his tirade of profanities interspersed with cries of pain as Sally continued her painful grip. Lady Burton maintained her arctic calm throughout. With order of a sort restored she had the three maids return their dress to normal while Steve and I were made to stand in front of her desk. Next Miss Howard and Miss Deacon were instructed to move a large and heavy oak bench that had been sitting in the corner of the room so that it was positioned between Steve and me and the desk. Then with help from Miss Deacon Sally pulled Allan to his feet and over to the bench. Allan now realised what was about to take place and panic now reinforced his struggle. It was all to no effect. Sally and Miss Deacon were far to well trained at handling rebellion in teenage boys. Steve was soon being held down over the bench as Lady Burton and Miss Howard secured his wrists and ankles to the bench with thick leather bands. Satisfied that Allan was firmly in place she pointed at Alice. "Alice dear, be a good girl and fetch me my heavy duty strap. I think you know were it is kept don't you." "Yes ma'am." With a customary bob Alice walked over and opened a wall cupboard. Inside hung the tools of Lady Burton's trade. Four rattan canes of differing length's and thickness and three leather straps. Each of the straps had a wooden hand grip and the leather varied in colour from light brown to jet black. Alice removed the black one from its hook and handed it to Lady Burton. The heavy duty strap was approximately 24 inches in length and about a quarter inch thick. Lady Burton stroked the leather affectionately, like a much loved pet. She had a dream like look in her eyes and her tongue flicked across her lips in expectation. "It seems Alison that you have decided to become a naughty girl; well we know how to deal with ill-disciplined girls at Burton Manor." Suddenly she raised her arm high into the air and with out any warning brought the strap crashing down on Allan's naked buttocks with a fearsome crack. Along with every one else in the room I flinched at this savage action. Surprisingly Allan uttered not a sound. I surmised that he had steeled himself for the blow as we couldn't see his face. A second blow followed after a short pause. This time Allan gave a small gasp and a strangled cry, but then remained silent save for a sharp intake of breath. But with the third stroke the dam broke and he uttered an ear piercing scream. A small smile of triumph broke across Lady Burtons lips. Another short pause allowed Allan to regain some sort of composure. Lady Burton took this opportunity to examine Allan's swiftly reddening backside. Apparently satisfied with her work so far she returned to her position and preceded to lay six more strokes in quick succession on to Allan's defenceless rump. So swift were the blows that Allan's screams merged into one long shriek of pain. Again Lady Burton paused and waited for Allan to return to a little self-control. Time seemed to stand still with only Allan's sobbing to shatter the silence as we all waited to see if her ladyship was finished. As it turned out she was in fact only just getting started. This time the blows were laid on at a leisurely pace with a pause of about five seconds between each one. Allan was by now at the end of his tether. Sandwiched between each stroke he alternatively pleaded for mercy and begged for forgiveness. Unfortunately Lady Burton was deaf to all his pleading. After about a dozen or so Lady Burton paused once more. "Cindy, Jane. Alice I mustn't keep you any longer. "Please return to your duties." The three sissy maids gave one last respectful curtsy to their mistress and left, their petticoats rustling as their panty clad bottoms swayed with a sexy wiggle. The lady's interest, much to our alarm was now focused on Steve and me. "Stephanie, Tina as it seems I will be occupied with Alison for a little time yet, and you will need to be back here suitably attired by five pm. I suggest you accompany your trainers back to your new rooms and start your training. Now Alison where were we?" And with that curt dismissal Lady Burton attention returned to Allan's poor tormented backside. Miss Deacon and Sally quickly ushered Steve and I out of Lady Burton's office. We exited to the sound of the crack of the strap and Allan's pitiful howling ringing in our ears. With Miss Deacon and Steve in front and Sally and me following we made our way back to the accommodation wing. My journey to my new room was made in a daze. The events of the morning had traumatized me to an extent that I didn't yet fully appreciate. I did notice that Sally keep a strict eye on me. I thought at the time that she was afraid that I might be planning to make a run for it. Latter I realised that she was, for her own selfish reasons concerned for my state of mind. After a while we reached a second passageway that ran at ninety degrees to the main corridor. This I was informed by Sally was the maid's quarters. Miss Deacon and Steve turned to the left whilst Sally and I turned to the right. Approximately half way along we stopped outside a pink door. A name tag fixed to the door bore the inscription "Tina-Novice maid. Trainer-Miss Sally. Sally produced a key and unlocked the door and we entered the room that was to be my home for the next twelve months. Upon entering Sally ordered me to sit and indicated the bottom of a single bed in the middle of the room. I glanced around the room. The room was to my surprise large. Much larger than I my old room. Against the nearest wall was an outsized, plain pink dressing table with a big mirror. Against the opposite wall was another large mirror. This one was full length. Next to the dressing table the doors of a walk-in wardrobe were open and inside I could see a couple of rows of ultra short maid dresses complete with full lace petticoats. Meanwhile Sally had disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom. She returned a few seconds latter with a small glass of water. Standing in front of me she stretched out her hand and offered me the water, simultaneously she held out her other hand. In the centre of her palm were two red capsules. "Hear take these." I looked at the two red pills being offered to me with suspicion. Sally read the misgivings that must have been written all over my face. "Its all right they are just a stimulant, it's in both our interests that you be fully alert for what I am about to tell you" I figured that from now on I had little or no choice on what I could or couldn't do so I took the capsules and popped them in my mouth. Washing them down with a sip of water. "Good girl Tina! No point in wasting time waiting for the stimulant to kick in so we might as well fit your chastity ring. Get up on the bed and lay back." The softness of the bed was very seductive as Sally retrieved something from a draw in the dressing table. Returning she sat on the bed next to me. I gasped as her hand caressed my limp cock. As it began to stiffen I felt a cold sensation surround my growing erection followed by a click. "You can sit up now Tina." I returned to my upright position sitting on the end of the bed. I looked down to find the same four clear plastic rings connected by a thin plastic strip that had been worn by the maids in Lady Burtons office, wrapped around my cock. "You wont be able to remove it, so don't try. It will prevent any erection and from now on you will have to sit down to pee." The fitting of the chastity rings was to be the first of many indignities I was to suffer over the next year but it was by far not the worst. Sally now pulled up the chair that was part of the dressing table set and placed it directly in front of me. Next she retrieved a slim pencil torch from a breast pocket and proceeded to shine it into each of my eyes, checking to see if I was clear-headed enough. Satisfied that the stimulants had done their job she cleared her throat and began. "Right now Alison is having the skin on her backside flayed red raw in Lady Burtons office, if you wish to avoid the same fate you will listen very carefully to what I am about to say. One year from now you will be a feminised sissy she male, I can guarantee that. This institution has a one hundred percent record of success in that regard. How you make that journey will be in a very large part be up to you and me. If you cooperate with me the procedure will be for the most part pain free. If however you fail to cooperate I can promise you that you will find your self where Alison is now. Note I use the word cooperate. Most of the new girls here think they can get away with just going along with the process. It's not till they have had at least a couple of canings from Lady B or Miss Howard that they get the message. You can avoid all those unpleasant experiences if you agree to collaborate with me on your feminisation. Now having explained what's in it for you i.e. a relatively pain free stay here, it's only reasonable if I tell you why I want that cooperation. It's not as you might think for an easy life. In fact it will be even harder work if you turn out as I plan. No the motive is the oldest in the world, money! Five years from now Lady Burton will retire to some sun kissed secluded island. She will take with her a large amount of cash obtained from her share of the profits from this place. "A handsome pension from a grateful government, two sissy maids and a big strapon dildo. And I intend to replace her as the head of Burton Manor." A combination of the stimulants and Sally's revelations had the effect of shocking me out of the torpor induced by the appalling events in Lady Burton's office. Lots of questions began to form in my mind finally I voiced the one that was uppermost. "What will become of me when you are finished with me?" "Good question Tina. The same thing will happen to you that happens to all our girls after they graduate here. You will be sold by auction to the highest bidder. If all goes to plan I expect you to fetch a record amount. This will raise my profile considerably with Lady B and place me much higher up the pecking order here. This could be to your benefit as well. Although I said nothing I guess she could tell by the look on my face that I felt that nothing here at Burton Manor would ever be of the slightest advantage to me. "I can see you doubt my word Tina. You shouldn't you know, you see I have been waiting for you. Oh not you in particular but I knew sooner or latter you or some one like you would end up here. You see we receive a detailed report on all new arrivals at Burton Manor. It includes both a physical and psychological profile. Miss Howard and Miss Deacon never read these reports any more. Miss Howard gets first pick on all new girls and she always goes for the one most likely to put up the most resistance. This gives her the opportunity to indulge her sadistic tendencies, while Miss Deacon always picks the youngest. This meant I was bound to get you which suited me just fine. Your psychological profile pointed towards a very high fear of physical pain while your physical profile indicated that you will respond well to the feminising hormones and drugs we use here. And I am very confident you will develop large breasts and very nice curves." I still failed to see how any of this was of the least amount of help to me in my present predicament and I repeated this view to Sally. "Well Tina if this works out to my plan I think I know who will buy you. No guarantees but you will just have to take my word for this; the person treats sissy slaves very well. No beatings just lots of sex. I know this is a lot to take in and I would like to give you more time to decide but we must be back in Lady Bs office at five pm. I will leave now to make some arrangements, when I return I will require an answer." With that she turned on her heel and left. I was left alone sitting on the end of the bed trying to come to terms with all that had transpired. Although my mind was in turmoil I forced my self to concentrate on my predicament. I knew Sally was right about one thing. The thought of a canning from Lady Burton or one her employees filled me with stomach churning dread and then and there I resolved to avoid this fate at all costs. The cost was of course high. There was however no way that I could see, in preventing Burton Manor from transforming me into a she male sissy maid and selling me into sexual slavery. I had come to a decision. Sally returned after a short while. With out a word she faced me, stretching out both hands. In her right hand she held a long thin cane with a leather grip. In her left hand she dangled a pair of flimsy black lace panties. The symbolism was obvious. Chose the right hand and a life of pain or opt for the left hand and surrender to a feminised future. I hesitated for a second before I pointed with a shaking finger at the panties. "Good girl Tina I just knew you were a sensible girl, now we have a lot to do and not enough time to do it. Now go into the bathroom and run yourself a nice warm bath, while I get your underwear organized." I entered the bathroom to find it was larger than I expected. There was a pale pink bath and a matching and separate shower. A toilet and pedestal wash basin in the same shade of pink made up the set. Above the wash basin was a sizeable bathroom cabinet with mirrored doors. I slid open the doors and inspected the contents. It was full of feminine beauty products and expensive perfumes. "I can't hear the bath running Tina. We haven't got all day." The edge in Sally's voice galvanised me back to the assignment of running my bath. When the bath was full I reported back to Sally. Upon entering the bathroom she went straight to the bathroom cabinet and retrieved a bottle containing a red liquid which she proceeded to pour into the bath. Next she produced a rubber swim cap and used it to cover my head making sure all my hair was covered. Then she smeared Vaseline over my eyebrows and lids. Sensing my bewilderment at these actions, she explained that the liquid was a powerful and permanent hair remover and added the warning not to get any into my eyes. I was ordered to get into the bath and let the water rise no higher than my chin. I lay there in the warm water feeling totally miserable. After about a quarter of an hour Sally ordered me out and into the shower. As the spray from the shower hit my body I watched as all my body hair went down the drain. I exited the shower as pink and hairless as a new born baby to be greeted by Sally holding a pink fluffy towel. After drying myself she made me wrap the towel around my chest in feminine style. She next washed and conditioned my hair and a second towel was wrapped around my head to form a turban. "Right Tina lets get you ready for your visit to the beauty Parlour." Sally took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. As we entered my eyes were immediately drawn to the bed upon which were the fruits of Sally's labours while I had been in my bath. The bed was covered with the most expensive and feminine lingerie. A black Basque complete with suspenders was the centre piece of her presentation around which were displayed a pair of sheer black seemed stockings, a baby doll nightie, again in black with matching panties and a lace trimmed negligee completed her display. As I stared at the lingerie Sally was removing my towel. Once again I stood naked in front of this very pretty girl. I became fully aware of the strain this was putting on my chastity rings. A strain that increased considerably as Sally applied a moisturizing cream to my entire body. However the chastity rings did theire job. After spreading my discarded towel over the end of the bed to prevent any excess moisturizing cream getting on my bed covers Sally went over to the dressing table and after a minute searching came back with a bottle of pink nail polish. "Ok Tina sit down we must get your toe nails painted and dry before we put on your Basque and stockings. Think of this as your first lesson in femininity. Never put your nylons on before your nail polish is dry." As Sally applied the pink colour to my toes she continued to give me beauty tips most of which went right over my head. At last she finished. "There all done. Now don't you dare get any polish on the carpet, and don't think I am going to dress you every day, from tomorrow you will be expected to dress your self. But don't worry a senoir maid will be assigned to you and each morning for the first four weeks she will be here to give you help and advice. And I will look in before you start the day to check you over. After four weeks you will be expected to be able to at least make your self presentable with out help. Lady B will inspect you after four weeks and she will give you some latitude as long as you meet her minimum standards, there after she will continue to give you a formal inspection every four weeks. "Beware there is no leeway at these inspections if she is displeased with your progress in any way she will offer encouragement by way of a straping or a caining. I will do my best to protect you but in the end your fate is in your own hands. One last piece of advice when ever possible check your apperance. Many a maid has found herself over a member of staffs lap with her nickers round her knees and being spanked for having a twisted suspender strap or a crooked seam in her nylons. Now let's get you into your Basque." With that she held out the black lace trimed Basque. I stood and she wraped it around my waist and slipped the straps over my shoulders. Pulling and tugging Sally managed to get the two halves of the Basque together around my back and with even more exertion and little by little she fastened the hooks on one side to the eyes on the other. The effect on my figure was dramatic. My waist was pulled in several inches. A small bust suddenly appeared which Sally amplified with two breast forms inserted into the cups of the Basque. "There you are Tina already you are on your way to an hour glass figure. Once we start you hormones and you commence to develop tits you will be stunning and after the breast implants you will be spectacular. Our first girl to reach a double D cup size." I knew instinctively she was right although at that point I didn't just how right she was. Before I could dwell on the prospect of giant tits Sally continued with my transformation. I was ordered into the panties followed by a short lesson in how to put on my nylons whilst keeping the seams in a straight line and how to get the correct tension when attaching the suspenders to the stocking tops. Sally's earlier warning about how crooked seams might lead to a humiliating spanking made sure I was paying particular attention to this lesson. Finaly I was made to put on both the baby doll top and the matching negligee. At this point I had an overwhelming desire to look at myself in the full length mirror but Sally had turned it around making this impossible. I reasoned my need to see what had been done to me was only natural however I knew there was something deeper going on in my mind. And it bothered me. Was this womam playing with my head? Sally's voice broke in to my brooding. "Now Tina comes the most difficult part for the novice maid. High heels! More of our new girls have come to grief wearing their first pair of heels than any thing else. Sprained ankles, broken ankles, skinned knees and assorted cuts and bruises. It puts back their training by days or some time weeks. If I had my way you would all start out with flat shoes, or one inch heels at the most, but Lady B is adamant that you all start with three inch heels." Following a brief visit to the walk-in wardrobe Sally returned with a pair of black patent pumps with a 3 inch stiletto heel. I sat on the bed and slipped the shoes on to my stocking clad feet. Using Sally's arm for support I gingerly stood up. "Pause for a moment and find your point of balance." Taking heed of her advice I tried to stop swaying and much to my surprise and after a second or two I managed to stand still. "Excellent now try a couple of steps. No don't look at your feet, keep your head up. Good now remenber small steps, one foot directly in front of the other. Imagine your walking on a white line. No! No! Smaller steps. Better Stop I have an idea." Sally disappeared back into the walk-in wardrobe only to reapear a second latter with what at first glance I took as a pair of hand cuffs. They were in fact leather ankle cuffs, padded and edge-trimmed. And were connected by a heavy-duty adjustable curb chain. "This will help train you into a more feminine way of walking." It took Sally just a moment or two to fit the hobble device to my ankles and modify the chains length so now all I could take were small mincing steps. For fifteen minutes Sally put me through my paces, at the end she clapped her hands and gave a whope of delight. "I have never seen anyone master walking in high heels so rapidly or so gracefully. You are justifying all my faith in you. I am so proud of you." For just a brife moment I fealt a flash of pride at all the praise that Sally was heaping on me. But the moment died as the reality of my predicament began to reassert itself. "But the best is yet to come. You just wait till the girls at the beauty Parlour have finished with you." With the phrase "beauty Parlour" ringing in my ears Sally took me by the hand and led me out of my room for the next part of my feminisation. Once into the corridor I found that the high heels plus the hobble cut the pace of my progress. As we made our way I realised that Burton Manor had come to life. There seemed to be maids every where. Each one gave Miss Sally a respectful curtsy as they passed us, but they didn't even give me a second glance. I guess a young boy in frilly underwear was not an unusual sight at this mad house. The size of this place was shock. The passageways were seemingly endless. I was concerned that I might get lost with out Sally. When I voiced my worry to her she said I would find a map back in my room. It was part of an information pack that I was expected to read and remember as it contained all the rules that a new girl would need to know. Although I was mastering the art of walking in heels I was aware that my feet were beginning to ache so it was with some relief when Sally stopped outside two large doors. She informed me that this was Burton Manor's medical department and she needed to book me my first appointment. Once inside I was directed to sit while Sally dealt with a fellow member of staff. The relief at being able to take the weight of my feet was heaven. After a few minutes the ache started to fade and I began to take in my surroundings. The medical department was more like a mini hospital. The staff all wore white coats and were all continually on the go. What surprised me most was the use that a couple of maids were put to. Both were dressed as nurses but their uniforms were far from regulation. Very short skirt with stockings and suspenders on display plus sky high heels meant that they were more like refugees from a porn movie than the heirs of Florence Nightingale. One of the nurses was occupied at the moment in comforting a weeping novice maid. From eavesdropping their conversation I discovered the maid was suffering from sore nipples on her fast developing tits. The second nurse was carrying a tray into a curtained off cubicle when she stopped right in front of me. "Hello its Tina isn't it." I was so surprised at being spoken to by this very pretty boy/girl that I was momentarily struck dumb. "It's me Cindy. I was in Lady Burton's office with you this morning. Remember!" "Oh! Yes sorry I didn't recognise you sorry, you work here then." "Yes one afternoon a week. All seniors take a turn in the medical department. This is my last shift; I start a new job tomorrow. My last before I leave." I looked at this very attractive sissy. She had a big happy smile on her face and looked the picture of contentment. I contrasted her apparent happiness with my wretchedness. Lowering my voice so as not to be overheard I asked. "Cindy how do you survive this place. You see I don't think I can." Cindy tillted her head in a very feminine manor and gave me a sympathetic smile. "Ask me that again in the morning. You see my last job here is to be your senoir mentor. Miss Sally seems to think I will be a positive influence on you." Cindy's answer had come as quite a surprise. Before I could respond Cindy took my hand and led me into the cubicle she had been about to enter. Laid out flat face down on an examination table was Alan his wrist and ankles were straped to the four corners of the table a soft pillow under his tummy had raised his buttocks up in the air. He appeared to be asleep. "Look at your friend Lady Burton strapped him untill he fainted if you want to survive this place please don't give her any excuse to do this to you." I looked at Alan. His backside resembled two ripe tomatoes set in cotton wool I recoiled at the cruelty inflicted on this poor boy. To be continued How will Thomas (Tina) survive life at Burton Manor? Will Alan (Alison) now settle down and accept his fate and what of Steve (Stephanie)? Please leave a review or if you wish email me at [email protected] Feedback is so important.